In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk. Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features. His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side.
"The second round, first match, Tianqin Sect versus Changfeng Association, begin!" Nun Miaoxin announced as soon as the two competitors had entered the center of the magic formation.
No sooner had her voice faded away than Jialan started conjuring up hand gestures rapidly, like spinning wheels. Mysterious runes flickered in and out of existence around her, and the empty space in front of her rippled and expanded, while a purple gleam revolved in her eyes.
Indeed, the woman had deployed the Nightmare Tactics at the very start of the match.
As soon as Xin Yuan entered the arena and without directly looking into her eyes, he suddenly felt a heaviness overtake his body, and countless illusions surged before him. Shocked, he realized that he had been ensnared without any clue when it had happened.